A Herd for a Nerd

Late at night, with his court dismissed, Prince Solaris could sit back in his throne and relax as he read the first official friendship report from his student Dusk Shine. He could tell he’d made the right decision in sending the brilliant yet awkward young stallion to Ponyville. Giving him hooves-on experience with the magic of friendship was surely the best way to develop those stunted social skills.

The very silliness of the problem he’d gotten himself into showed that Dusk was learning not to take life too seriously. Some nonsense about tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala... as if Solaris didn’t always have more tickets available for fine, upstanding stallions like those new friends of his. They’d make that stuffy old Gala a night to remember!

Solaris reached for the plate at his side, piled high with the sugary treat he’d been craving all day. Yes, this lovely evening brought together all of the prince’s favourite things: a cup of fragrant tea, something to read, a mind blistering blowjob from his human cockservant, and best of all, a huge slab of chocolate cake, all for him.

“Glmph... glrg... glaaagh!” came the strained voice from the alicorn’s crotch as Henry hungrily went down on the thick princehood before him, kneeling at the foot of the throne and eager for a late night snack of his own. The nearly divine alicorn meat glistened in the romantic candlelight of the empty throne room, in those few moments the shaft was not completely buried down Henry’s throat.

Solaris gently tousled his human partner’s hair with a hoof. “You’re doing a wonderful job, my dear,” he assured the human. “I can feel the stress of the day simply draining away.” He took another bite of cake and chewed thoughtfully... what utter bliss! It was good to be the Prince!

In truth, Solaris had eaten perhaps a little too much cake over the thousand lonely years of his brother’s exile. His firm barrel and muscular legs were still the envy of all his male subjects, but his plot had filled out dramatically over the past century. A regimen of five hundred squats each morning had only served to make the royal bum more prominent and more commented upon, in ever more lascivious terms. He’d secretly begun discussions with artisans about the construction of a new throne: one with more room for his newly expansive booty, and with a comfortable spot at its base for the human who spent so much of his time on his knees before him.

“Glmph... glarg... gluck...”

Henry’s eagerness to serve was truly astounding, Solaris mused. In times of old, the prince had employed an entire squad of Royal Guards to keep his shaft spitslick and satisfied. Stallwart stallions would train for years in the peculiarities of his left testicle or the large cumpipe that ran his length. Now such dedicated guards were needed only for ceremonial reasons, to bring Solaris to his first climax of the day as he raised the sun. The rest of the time, they carried out the usual duties of a soldier... while Henry happily buried the Prince’s eternal horsecock first in one hole, then the other!

Yet sometimes deep in his heart the prince wished that Henry would pay a little more attention to him, a little less to the spire of fuckmeat he worshipped day and night. Wasn’t Solaris more than a huge, godlike horse penis? Didn’t he have a heart, feelings, dreams? Didn’t even a prince deserve... love?

Suddenly in a green flash of smoke a second scroll appeared, dropping to the ground near Henry’s twitching legs. Solaris picked up the scroll and unrolled it with dismay, noting that Dusk Shine’s wax seal had been the one to close it.

“Oh, my, a second friendship report, so soon? I hope nothing has gone wrong in Ponyville. Ah, yes, Henry, just like that.”

“Mrrmph?” The human’s voice was muffled, utterly overpowered by the vast tube of horsecock that tickled his stomach.

“Of course I’ll read it to you,” Solaris assured his lover. “What are friends for? Ahem...”

Dear Prince Solaris,

I’m sorry to disturb you so late, but I need some advice, and I can’t stand the thought of this showing up in the official friendship archives. My new friends are acting really weird. I know they mean well, but it’s just too much! Applejack and Bubble Berry bring me breakfast in bed every day, wearing the silliest outfits! And speaking of outfits, Elusive made me a really feminine business suit to wear when I work at the library. I was shocked!

“Hrm...” Solaris sipped his evening tea and allowed himself a few naughty thoughts. “I’ll have to ask Elusive for the pattern,” he mused. “Raven’s wardrobe could use an update. Anyways, to continue...”

I gave my opinion that the suit was inappropriate garb for a stallion, and he started crying, so I’ve agreed to wear it to our private teatimes. I hate to hurt my friend’s feelings, but I can’t be seen dressed like a mare in public! Just imagine the shame I’d bring to my family, and to you, my royal mentor!

“Ooh, yeah, bring that shame, you hot little femcolt...” Solaris moaned and his hind legs quivered in excitement as Henry reached two fingers between the royal seat cushion and the cushiony royal seat, toying with the throbbing ponut he found there. “Drench my muzzle with thick ropes of shame... where was I? Oh, yes.”

Meanwhile, Rainbow Blitz keeps challenging me to races and saying he’ll do “anything” if I win — but he always wins, and when I ask what he wants, he says forget it! And Butterscotch, wow... I thought I was clumsy, but he keeps getting stuck in things! Just this week I’ve had to rescue him from fences, hollow tree stumps, a gopher hole, a washing machine, a weird swing with built in hoofcuffs, even the door to his own cottage!

What should I do, my Prince? All of this odd behaviour seems related, somehow. Is there anything about this in your old history books? Please write back, before my friends drive me crazy!

With kind regards,
your faithful student,
Dusk Shine.

For a moment Solaris considered vaporizing the letter in a blast of ash to protect his former student’s privacy, but then changed his mind and set it aside to be filed in the “private archives” within his nightstand. “Well, well,” he chuckled. “What do you think of this, eh, Henry?”

“Glagg... rrmgrgl...”

Again Solaris gently patted his lover’s head and sighed. “I send that uptight student of mine to Ponyville to get laid, but his balls only grow bluer by the day! He’s made five friends who desperately want to bed him, yet seems oblivious to their advances. What will it take?”

“Glmph, glrrg...”

“You are wise indeed, my little human... oh, you actually wanted to say something? Go ahead.”

Henry placed both of his sinfully delightful hands on the throne and levered himself off of his throat clogging payload. Sloppy sounds of suction erupted from within him as he slowly slid his straining jaw upwards, his throat reluctantly giving way to reveal a pillar of meat worthy of the Manehattan skyline. A cock both thick and firm, wrapped with veins that the royal geographers had named and mapped like mighty rivers. A member to be wielded upon the rulers of neighbouring kingdoms as diplomacy dictated, serving as both punishment and reward. Royal Guards swore loyalty to this mammoth member, aristocrats kissed it to prove their allegiance, and commoners fantasized about it even as they climaxed underneath their loving husbands... who were also fantasizing about it. Solaris’ cock was Equestria, and thanks to Henry the human, Equestria had never been more prosperous.

At last the expansive flare of Solaris’ princehood erupted from Henry’s mouth with a shower of fluids. The human gasped for breath, bringing yet more of Solaris’ potent musk into his already overwhelmed lungs. “Yes?” the curious prince prompted him. “Speak up, my dear.”

“M-maybe Dusk Shine just doesn’t like cock?” Henry croaked out.

“What nonsense, Henry! Everypony likes cock.” To prove the point, Solaris playfully slapped the human’s face with his girder of vascular equine flesh, sending human spit and royal precum arcing across the throne room. “Why, even your ruler enjoys fellating his subjects on occasion!”

“But on Earth, some people—”

The Sun Prince sighed indulgently. “I love to hear tales of your home dimension, Henry, but not when your attentions have me on the verge. Seat the royal prick, please.”

“At once, my Prince.”

With the skill that came from years of experience, Henry plunged his jaw back down onto the thick, throbbing shaft of his demanding ruler. Already slick from hours of teasing and litres of leaked precum, the majestic pony penis slid easily down the human’s throat. Henry’s hands reached out and teased a princely set of balls, gently tickling and squeezing. The human briefly gagged as Solaris’ medial ring plunged into his throat, and he strained to encompass the thick flesh of the royal sheath, but in seconds he had completed his journey to the full. His lips joined his fingers to caress the very nuts that had birthed the modern nation of Equestria, and he began the task of extracting the delicious pony sperm he ate for every meal.

Due to his large body size compared to ponykind and a lifelong lust for huge dicks, Henry was one of the few beings in Equestria capable of fully holstering Solaris’ astronomical stallionhood. His own member, though quite impressive for his species, was considered “small” and “cute” in the magical realm he’d found himself living in... yet there was nothing Solaris enjoyed more than pampering something small and cute!

With Henry at the stick, bobbing his throat skilfully up and down on Solaris’ turgid endowment, the inevitable climax was not far behind. Equestria’s ruler pawed his hooves helplessly in the air as his horsey pleasure peaked. “Oh, Henry, you’re too good, it’s too much... my royal blessing be upon you!”

“Glmmmph!” was the startled sound that came from the human as he felt the alicorn’s shaft throb within his humid throat and erupt with a nigh unmanageable flood of seed. The ruler’s tenth orgasm of the day had arrived much quicker than usual. Perhaps Solaris got more enjoyment than was strictly proper, thinking of his shy student made into a cum dripping mess by the power of friendship!

Henry himself was far from unmoved by this creamy development! His own cock throbbed and strained and leaked in its metal chastity cage, aching to be let out and given its freedom to romp and play alongside its royal friend. Sadly, such was not to be, as the ancient laws of Equestria had spoken. They demanded that all commoners’ dicks stay restrained within the throne room, lest they outshine — in number if not in size — the worshipful dongs of the two Diarchs. Yet Solaris was no cruel master, set on denial. In the sanctity of the royal fuckchambers he regularly unlocked Henry’s cage and lovingly indulged the treat within, in every way known to Equestria or Earth.

In fact, even as he spewed a fire hose of equine nut down Henry’s throat, Solaris thought that his coming bedtime would be the perfect time to unsnap the flap of his royal pyjamas, thrust his rump at his servant and demand a hearty spunk injection of his own! It had been many days since Solaris had indulged himself in this way, and the alicorn’s majestic ponut twitched at the thought of a pending pounding. Twas not improper to bottom for such a devoted subject, no matter what his old fashioned brother claimed...

His stomach completely full of alicorn cum, Henry cupped his Prince’s mighty cockhead in his palms and smeared his face all over the spouting vessel, accepting the last few litres of Solaris’ sacred sperm as a splattered sacrament. From beneath a messy coating of spunk that obscured his features he tenderly nuzzled and loved the regal flare, Prench kissing the huge cumslit and probing its deepest secrets with his tongue as the river of masculine seed slowly diminished to a stream and then to a drizzle.

Solaris sighed contentedly and leaned back in his throne as his satisfied slab began to shrink and sheathe. Henry was the most devoted cockservant he’d had in centuries, and he was oh so cute as well... why couldn’t Solaris bring himself to ask for more? Royal precedent be damned! The emotions he felt for this strange creature were perfectly natural! Even a clueless egghead like Dusk Shine would find something awakening inside him if he once felt the touch of those talented hands, or saw those playful lips part just for him...

Solaris sat upright from his slouch as sudden inspiration struck. “Ah! There’s that post nut clarity!” he declared. “I have the answer — I’ll send you to Ponyville!”

Henry was so surprised that he coughed up untold mouthfuls of alicorn protein and only with difficulty swallowed once again the precious gift. “Me?” he gasped out. “But—”

“Tch! The only ‘butts’ I want to hear are yours and Dusk’s, groaning with weight as your puckers stretch around each others’ cocks... fuck, that’s hot... As of this instant, you are my student’s personal ball drainer. I want you to do whatever it takes to help him relax.”

Henry nodded with assent. This was hardly the first time Solaris had lent him out to another, though the prince most often preferred to sit nearby and watch the human’s naughty performances while magically cranking his alicorn hog. “I hear and obey, your Royal Hungness,” Henry murmured, with a final goodbye kiss to the regal sheath.

“And get those friends of his in on the action! I have big plans for Dusk Shine. The next time I visit Ponyville, I wish to see a happy friendship harem with him at the centre. Stay as long as it takes to set it up.”

Henry stood from the plush pillow that protected his knees, only to bow again, sperm dripping from his kind face and sculpted chest. “Certainly. I’ll take the night train and arrive at Ponyville in the morning.”

Solaris nodded firmly and his horn lit up as he cast a familiar magical regimen. “I’ll just give you the usual spells so you won’t explode when Dusk rams you full of horse cock... Oh, by the way, you’ll need to deal with this newfangled ‘consent’ thing.”

“O-of course I’ll respect Dusk’s consent, my prince.” Henry sounded quite injured.

Solaris waved a hoof. “Respect won’t be enough. Dusk is always saying that ‘consent is sexy.’ In fact, I don’t think he finds anything else sexy. You’d better start off with a nice, sloppy consentjob. I’m counting on you, Henry!”

Henry boldly climbed up onto Solaris’ very throne and wrapped his strong arms around his prince’s barrel. Oh, how the courtiers would have cried out at such a violation of protocol! But Solaris merely quivered to feel the closeness of a body as large as his own. Henry lowered his cum covered lips to the Prince’s and delivered a firm, tender kiss that shook the ruler of Equestria from his flowing mane to his golden horseshoes.

“I won’t let you down, Solaris,” Henry pledged. “I’ll claim Dusk’s virginity by the time you lower the sun... and I’ll expect an appropriate reward when I return to my lover’s embrace.” He carefully climbed down from the throne and confidently strutted out of the throne room, towards the Canterlot train station.

Solaris ogled the firm plot of the departing human, shaken by this declaration from his sometimes submissive. Embers of his heart that had long lay dormant began to glow again, albeit haltingly. Could it really be true? Did Henry know of Solaris’ forbidden feelings for him? And need those feelings stay forbidden? With Artemis at last returned to share the duties of rule, could Solaris dare to make time for love?

Gleaming Shield, the Captain of the Royal Guard, trotted in to the throne room as Henry left, holding a tempting silver platter. “More cake, my prince?” she asked with great cheer.

“Oh, thank you.” Cake and sex had always let Solaris hide his true feelings, even from himself. The hungry ruler hovered the entire cake off of its platter and began to distract his lovesick heart with furious munching. His dietitian would have complained bitterly, but after firing off one of the biggest cumshots in Equestrian history, Solaris deserved to indulge a bit! So what if it led to a little more bulk in the aptly named “cake” that jiggled and bounced from the royal hindquarters!

After he had devoured half of the cake, Solaris sighed with satisfaction and brushed the frosting from his messy lips. “Ahh... I have good news, Captain. You can stop worrying about your brother’s sex life. I’ve sent Henry to Ponyville to tend to him personally.” The Sun Prince smiled warmly. “Yes, Dusk’s balls are in excellent hands... or they will be, soon enough.”

Gleaming bowed deep, making sure to hover her empty platter beneath the shower of cake crumbs. “You do my family a great honour, your highness.”

“This begs the question of Henry’s suck-cessor. Fortunately, the royal shaft will not stay untended for long. There is one in Canterlot I have lusted after for years.” The prince hovered a folder over to the Captain of his Royal Guard. “Bring her to me, Captain.”

Gleaming raised an eyebrow with bemusement. “Her, your highness?”

Solaris whinnied with indignation at his underling’s saucy implication. “I’ve taken mares before, you know. Oh, and how this mare inflames my desire! A perfect body, a throat fit for royalty and the most succulent little mouth.”

Gleaming Shield chuckled as she opened the folder. “You seem quite smitten with—erm, Prince, this is a picture of me.”

“And I thank you for your prompt attendance.” Solaris gestured to the pillow at the foot of his throne, still warm from the human’s hourslong service. “To your knees, my splendid Captain. Even now I feel a stirring.”

“Y-yes, your highness.” Dusk Shine’s sister knelt before her prince’s throne and began to swab the swelling cockshaft with her tongue, not knowing when she would be permitted to take her leave... or whether she would want to when it happened.